Fast Lane - Kristen Ashley Page 0,65
me to keep him smoothed out.
Finding a way to tell Preacher McCade, who was already in a bad mood, that he hadn’t taken care of me when he lived to care of me in every way possible, including that way, was impossible.
But I had to find a way.
And do it keeping him calm.
“Lyla, you gonna stand there and stare at me for a year? ’Cause I don’t got that time, babe. We gotta hit band breakfast and then we gotta get our asses on a plane.”
I opened my mouth to say something when a knock came at the door.
Then Preacher did something…
Something…
God.
Something I didn’t know he had it in him to do.
He peeled himself out of my arms in a perfunctory way, like he was discarding a T-shirt, and walked out of the bedroom of the suite, through the living room to the door.
I stood there, feeling a chill invade my blood, and only moved when I heard Preacher say, “We’re gonna be down in a minute.”
And then I heard Tommy say, “Need your ear before we’re with the rest of the guys, Preach.”
And that chill got chillier because that was not Tommy or Preacher, to have a word outside the rest of the boys.
The band was the band. They talked. They argued. They hashed things out. And they did this together.
They did not talk behind each other’s backs.
Preacher, specifically, had an issue with this.
Even if you had a beef with him.
You were up front with Preacher, always.
“I’m not feelin’ good about this,” Preacher unsurprisingly replied, and at his voice, I moved to the doorway to the living room.
I stopped in it and leaned against the jamb, seeing it wasn’t only Tommy there, but also DuShawn.
“Hey, China,” Tommy greeted, and I noted how he noted that I did not come into the room and go to Preacher.
“Hey there,” I replied quietly then looked to Shawn. “Hey, darlin’.”
“Hey there, baby girl,” he muttered, also eyeing me where I was standing removed.
The looks on their faces matched the feel of the room, this not (totally) about my distance, and I tasted something weird in my mouth I’d never tasted before, and I really did not like the flavor.
“Well?” Preacher prompted, gaining the men’s attention.
“Band’s goin’ clean for the rest of the tour,” DuShawn announced.
Uh-oh.
I looked from DuShawn to Preacher to Tommy to Preacher.
DuShawn and Tom had assumed determined, even pugilistic expressions.
Preacher’s was the same but add incredulous.
“Have you lost your minds?” he asked. Yes. Incredulous. “We’re smack in the middle of the tour.”
“Don’t know why where we’re at has shit to do with it,” Shawn said. “It’s getting out of hand.”
“It’s not out of hand,” Preacher retorted.
“It’s outta hand, Preacher. I had trouble waking Dave up this morning,” Tommy told him, and my middle moved like I’d been punched.
He’d had trouble waking Dave?
“What?” I asked.
Everyone looked to me.
But Tommy spoke.
“Scared me shitless. Shook him. Smacked him. Had to toss a glass of cold water in his face to get anything from him. He’s in his room with a huge pot of coffee and we’ll just say he didn’t like it when I told him he couldn’t sock back his Adderall.”
“He’s a grown man, Tom,” Preacher stated.
“He’s got a problem, Preacher,” Shawn decreed.
“When’d you earn your medical degree?” Preacher jibed.
Oh no.
You did not take a jab, verbal or otherwise, at Shawn.
“You’re handin’ me that shit, brother, ’cause you know we’re startin’ with Dave and then we’ll be talkin’ ’bout you,” DuShawn returned.
Oh no!
If this needed to be done, and I was worried it needed to be done, I needed to do it.
Not Shawn.
We were a team, but I handled Preacher in life.
Shawn handled him in the band.
And neither of us stepped over that line.
Ever.
“You’ve gotta be shittin’ me,” Preacher snarled.
Shawn crossed his arms on his chest. “And while we’re on touchy subjects, I’ll throw out there that something’s gotta be done about that bitch who’s doggin’ Tim’s every step. Haven’t seen him out from under that pussy except onstage in two weeks.”
This, I could see.
Okay, the other I could see too.
But truly, the woman Tim had brought along on the tour…
She wasn’t right.
I did not like her.
Preacher hated her.
And I knew all the guys felt the same even if not a one of them had said a word.
She hadn’t been with us from the beginning, though Tim had started things with her in LA before we left.
He had not been at one with her coming along.
She’d talked him into letting her join us.
Something